but all that black make up looks weird

Things every Kpop fan has heard before

“Why are there so many of them”
“They look like girls”
“Why do they wear make-up if their boys?”
“Why listen to kpop when you can’t understand it?”
“Why are you listening to Chinese music?”
“What does the K stand for?”
“Why do they look so young?”
“Gangnam style?”
“Why are they wearing school uniforms?”
“I didn’t know Asains rapped!”
“I thought all music was in English”
“Why like someone that can’t even talk the same language as you”
“The nicknames are so weird”

anonymous asked:

i like your blog but you post to many black goths. imho they just dont look right.

They look just as beautiful as any white goths and they have the right to express themselves and exist in this space as much as anyone else.

I’ve said this before but I’ll repeat since it needs to be said:

There is no right skin colour to be goth. Period. Goth is a composite of multiple things and appearance is just one fraction of all that. Skin colour, hair colour, make-up style, gender, and whatnot do not define whether you can be goth or not, and no way is the “right” way to have them.

The pale red-lipped and black-haired girl dressed in all black might be the stereotype of a goth but that is a very shallow and one-sided representation of the people in the community. How many of us actually fit into that stereotype? How many of us strive to look like that because if we don’t, we will get told we don’t look right? Goth has since its beginning featured many ethnicities, and there is nothing weird about non-white goths in the subculture. Research information and photos of the English goth scene in the 80s. There are loads of non-white goths absolutely rocking the original look (not to mention creating other forms of gothy art like alternative music). The main reason it “doesn’t look right” to you is because the stereotype is so strong and over-represented in gothic imagery. But we all know stereotypes can be terribly, terribly wrong, which leads to this kind of racism (yes, that’s what this is).

There are many gothic styles I personally don’t like, but it is not my place to tell those people that I don’t think they look good. I wouldn’t want them telling me that, so why would I do that to others? And I’m talking about styles that someone chooses to wear, so can you even imagine hearing it about something you cannot choose like skin colour? I understand that it is your personal preference and your opinion but is it necessary to bring it up when all it will do is discourage people from being a part of a community they feel they belong to? There’s a ton of people outside the subculture whose ignorance can make being a goth difficult, we shouldn’t be doing that to each other within the subculture too.

Some goths are black, some goths are Asian, some goths wear hijabs, some goths keep their natural hair, the list goes on. And they all look gorgeous and have as much right to express themselves in the subculture as white goths. In reality the subculture is extremely diverse but there is so much gate-keeping from goths who think that you need to look like X and listen to Y that we end up only seeing a glimpse of it all. That shouldn’t be, and as corny as it sounds, we should try to create a comfortable, safe community instead of one that shuns people out because they do not fit a stereotype.

The non-white goths aren’t going anywhere from my blog, they belong there as much as any white goth, classic horror heroine or Addams Family member.

Job AUs

Part 1 | Part 2


  • ‘Hey bastard this store is already closed oh wait you’re hot never mind please do come in’ AU
  • 'I’m on the verge of tears because of a rude customer and you step in and stand up for me’ AU
  • ‘I can feel you silently judging me as you ring up my purchases I swear I’m not using these for their intended purpose’ au
  • ‘Why does this cost TEN DOLLARS THIS IS AN OUTRAGE’ AU

Hairdresser AU

  • ‘You’re my regular customer and I’m in love with the feel of your hair’ AU
  • “Rumor has it that you’re a hairdresser with magic fingers and you can fix any bad hair day so that’s why I’m here’ AU

Gift store AU

  • 'Why the fuck are you choosing that for a gift to your crush’ AU
  • ‘You walk in and offer to pay me to wrap your gifts’ AU

Florist AU

  • ‘I work as a florist and every day you walk in, buy one flower and give it to me’ AU
  • ‘I work part-time in a flower shop and you keep asking me about what this flower means in flower language and I honestly don’t know so you end up giving me a lesson’ AU

Jewellery shop AU

  • 'You walk in and ask for the most expensive piece are you loaded to the gills what the fuck man’ AU
  • ‘I’m the employee and this is the first time ever I’ve met you but you buy me a necklace saying the gem compliments my eyes’ AU

Coffee Shop AU

  • I write a bad pick up line on your cup every time I’m your barista’ AU
  • 'You’re the customer and you get back at me for all the times I’ve spelt your name wrong by mispronouncing my name in increasingly horrible ways’ AU
  • 'You’re really short and cute and you buy a cup of black coffee every morning but you make weird faces as you sip it and you never finish your drink are you trying to look mature or something’ AU
  • 'Should I be concerned about how much caffeine you’re taking in’ AU

Bakery AU

  • 'Your love of strawberry shortcake really doesn’t match your appearance but i still think that’s really cute’ AU
  • 'Every morning you walk in and inhale deeply then walk back out seriously just buy something already’ AU 

Drug Store/Chemist AU

  • 'You embarrassedly place your items into the counter so I call a price check just to make you feel more awkward, but it turns out one of your items were actually overpriced’ AU

Bartender AU

  • 'You’re the bartender and you catch someone slipping something into my drink’ AU
  • ‘I ask you to concoct something from all the ingredients on the list i gave you and it ends up tasting so horrible and wrong that i can’t stop laughing’ AU

Teacher AU

  • We’re both teachers and at the end of the year we compare how many gifts we’ve received from students and you’ve won for the past three years’ AU
  • 'Romeo and Juliet of the math and english dept. in school’ AU

Writer AU

  • I’m a writer and when it gets close to my deadlines I neglect taking care of myself so you’ll pop in my house every so often to make sure I’m doing okay’ AU

Fast food Chain AU

  • ‘You just ordered a smile and I look at you like you’re batshit insane before bursting out into laughter’ AU
  • ‘You’re an employee and I have a crush on you so when you hand me the soft serve I accidentally grab it by the ice cream instead of the cone’ AU
  • ‘We have a free refill policy for soft drink and you’ve prepared several empty bottles what the fuck’ AU

Corner Shop AU

  • ‘I see you come in here every day to buy the same drink and one day I leave a message on the bottle’ AU
  • ‘You run in looking really panicked and you ask for 6 gallons of milk why’ AU


Restaurant AU

  • ‘You’re a famous critique and I’m a server and I get so nervous that I trip and spill the dish all over you’ AU
  • ‘You’ve always been a good cook so I encouraged your start your own restaurant and seven years down the track you own one of the most successful businesses’ AU

Idol/Manger AU

  • ‘I’m your manager and holy shit you have crazy fans’ AU
  • ‘You’re an idol and you got the lead role in a romance drama and you practice at my expense’ AU
  • ‘Can you please act appropriately do you know just how many of your fuck ups I’ve had to cover up last week’ AU 

Firefighter AU

  • ‘You’ve just been saved from a burning building and you’re begging to go back in to save your pet cat’ AU
  • No that’s impossible how the fuck did you manage to get it to catch fire?!” AU

Sex Line Operator AU

  • ‘I called you because I was curious and wow you have a very soothing voice can you please sing me to sleep’ AU
  • ‘I have a very cute neighbour and very thin walls and one day I call you and err your moans are very synchronised with my neighbour’s’ AU

And Finally:

  • You’re a drug lord and I think I’ve just walked into your drug den’ AU

sorry not sorry

anonymous asked:


Well don’t worry Anon because I somehow see this kind of comment coming!

I assume you seeing this because I tend to draw Papyrus’ eyes in a slightly anime style, and when I draw his eyes full black, he may looks like lack of soul or unconscious due to without reflect of light, which is a common express method on character lost self-consciousness or being control by others.

There are some artists who does draws Papyrus’ eyes with light reflected, one of them I know more would be Powaro (which usually draw Papy with super cute anime eyes but when they are drawn all black he looks REALLY soulless and even cruel). I once does think of drawing Papy’s eyes with light, but I want to stick more closely to the canon, also I don’t really want to draw too similar to Powaro’s style. (Which the way I draw Papyrus’ eyes shape is actually heavily inspired by them… *blush*)

But it would be kinda weird to make Papyrus lifeless yet he is suppose to be a super energetic monster! So as I can’t change his eyes, all I can do is work more on his other features like facial expressions, posture and movements, to build up a dynamic image on him.

I know my skills cannot fully 100% portray out his characteristics, yet I hope to do my best, to draw my favorite character in a best way.


MCU fan-cast: Charlize Theron as Ororo Munroe/Storm

I’m sure she has her fans, but for me, Halle Berry never really captured the character of Storm. It’s not entirely her fault; however much the actress was miscast, the character suffered from the X-Men movies’ Notbeingplayedbyhughjackman Syndrome, a common malady. And instead of being defined by her warmth, her elegance, her power, or her regal nature, Storm ended up literally an angry black woman.

Recasting the character, you want a complete break and paradigm shift from what is, after four movies, unmistakably a failed character. Instead of a flaccid ‘leadership role’ that looks a lot like playing second banana to Wolverine, let’s emphasize the character’s strength, her beauty, her assertiveness, her regal nature. You can do all these things, even without making the character the grand leader–look at Thor or Black Widow in The Avengers, who take orders from Captain America while remaining effortlessly cool and badass. But, in deference to the character’s importance, I don’t want an unknown or some TV actress playing her. I want a genuine A-list Oscar winner backing the character, making audiences sit up and take notice from frame one.

Charlize Theron has been game for a number of weird, small genre roles. Even when the end result let her down, like with Aeon Flux, Snow White & The Huntsman, Prometheus, A Million Ways To Die In The West, et al, I think she still deserves kudos for putting herself out there, and with the right part + good writing backing her up, I think she could be as downright iconic as she was playing Furiosa (and she shaved her head for that role, so we are halfway to mohawk!).

And unlike some other Ororo Munroes, she’s from Africa. I’m sorry, I hate to get all ‘politically correct,’ but when you have a character that was born in Africa and married an African monarch, maybe we should cast an African. I might be the only one who feels this way, but representation matters, and Africans deserve to see themselves on-screen.

I love being a kid. I love being careless with my self and others around me. I love skateboarding through airports while I’m being book high paying jobs in foreign countries. I like being cut from a different fabric. I love being unfiltered with my only responsibility being to create. I love the complexity of the world around me & how I find it interesting & not scary. I love that no one in my crew has to worry about waking up early for school or a job. I love being something that I wasn’t suppose to be. I love my girls loyalty & acceptance. I love wearing the same shorts for 2 weeks in Hawaii & flying into a city in ripped jeans & all black. I love having split personalities & taste. I love Music & making videos of the weird shit me and my friends do. I love that just being myself I stick out and get looked at differently. I love not having any reference of time or day. I love not giving back to the government & my country. I love having passion & addiction. I love meeting people that are more than surface deep. I love learning & being a minimalist. I love people with artistic value that make my ADHD sustainable. I love adrenaline and release. I love how my words can inspire or offend & live under your skin. I’m probably selfish but at least I’m honest I think Most of all I love not giving a fuck.

anonymous asked:

What questionable fashion choices have the boys made?

2p France: He, for some odd reason, wore chokers a lot. Like all the time. It was weird and then he eventually didn’t like them anymore and stopped.

2p England: Bruh, he went through a punk rock phase. Complete with black leather bracelets with spikes and all that good shit.

2p America: He really liked wearing sweat pants all the time. Like he tried to go to a fancy dinner in sweats but Mathieu was like “Oh no. No no no no no.” And pushed him back into the room.

2p Canada: For a period of time he had his hair cut short. Looked god awful Hot too! But he didn’t like all the attention he was getting for looking hot and grew his hair back out.(Pfffff he still gets attention.)

2p China: Wearing black fingerless gloves with any and all clothing.

2p Russia: He put black eyeliner under his eyes. Like, just enough to make it noticeable but also question if he really wearing eyeliner.

2p Italy: High heel boots.

2p Germany: Since he doesn’t keep his hair slicked back he used to have it tied up in a little tail on top of his head and a hair band. It was cute but also kinda weird.

2p Japan: He cosplays all the time. So his clothing is always questionable. But most questionable would have to be when he dresses as a female anime character with wig, skirt, make up in all.

2p Romano: Believe it or not he did wear crocks often once.

2p Prussia: Too.many. big.sweaters.

2p Spain:He had a real bad habit of wearing shirt with the sleeves cut off or even ripped off.

“One time when I was in 6th grade I was getting ready for school in the morning. I remember getting breakfast and sitting down at the kitchen table. I heard footsteps going down to the basement. At first I thought it was my dad because usually he would wake up to me going downstairs. But I heard my dad’s loud snoring from the bedroom. So I go to the basement and investigate. Fom the corner of my eye I saw someone walking towards the door that led to the garage. As soon as I turned to the door I heard someone moving. So I called out my dads name just to make sure if it was him but he didn’t reply. 

So I walked in the garage and I saw what looked like a man was a top hat. But the weird thing was it was a figure all in black like a shadow. There was nothing that described his facial features or what ethnicity he was but he was just all black not to be confused with a black person. So I ran back upstairs and went to my parents room. I found my dad in the room and told him to wake up because I saw someone in the garage. He got his baseball bat and we both ran charging into the garage but no one was there. To this day I have no idea what I saw exactly but I remember researching and finding out that other people had seen something similar to what I saw. They call them shadow people.”

By: DrunkenArsenal (What is the creepiest, scariest, strangest unexplained experience/ story you’ve had, heard or know?)

Some Cheese With That Whine

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written by: @ponyregrets | Chash

prompt: ‘Clarke is on date and Bellamy is their waiter. Clarke’s date is being really rude to Bellamy. Clarke is appalled and ditches her date and apologizes to Bellamy. He asks if she wants to go on a date with him.’ for anonymous

word count: 3438

“Do you have some kind of dates-with-douchebags rewards card?” Raven is asking Clarke, when Bellamy gets to them at the bar.

“I have no idea what that means,” says Clarke, and bumps her shoulder against Bellamy’s, all warm camaraderie. “Hey.”

“Hey. Are we talking about douchebags again? I got some good ones today.”

“You always do,” says Clarke.

“Clarke had another date with someone her mom knew, so I assume she’s in a reward program,” Raven supplies, and Bellamy makes a face. Clarke’s mother gave her a three-month mourning period after she and Lexa broke up and then decided to start acting as Clarke’s own personal dating service, setting her up on date after date with nice boys from good families. Clarke is still going primarily for the free food, as far as he knows. And out of some perverse curiosity about whether or not her mother will ever find someone she actually likes.

He doesn’t live in terror of that happening, not really, but he’d like to figure out how to make a move himself before one of them does go right. Generally speaking.

“What would a dates-with-douchebags rewards card involve?” Clarke asks, sounding thoughtful. “I could definitely use one. Is it like those free sandwich cards? I don’t want a free date with a douchebag after I go on ten dates. That’s like getting an extra punch in the face after you already got in a fistfight.” She flags Gina down and gets a beer for herself and a gin and soda for him. “What happened with you?”

“The usual. Guy came in and wanted to impress his date with how cool and special he was, so he showed it by being a dick to me. Nothing says I’m a big deal like treating your waiter like scum.”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed that. My date did the same thing.”

“Of course he did.”

“My mom knows how to pick them.”

He takes a sip of his gin and soda. “Depending on what she’s trying to pick, yeah. How’s school going, Raven?”

Raven’s in her first year of teaching college, so her ranting about her students gets them through most of the night. It’s not that Bellamy doesn’t like hearing Clarke make fun of rich assholes–he honestly likes it so much it might count as a kink at this point–but it’s harder and harder to not feel jealous too.

Which is why it’s so, so terrible when she leans against him two hours later, tipsy and happy, and says, “I should come to you.”

“Good news, you’re already at me. You did it.”

“Not now.”

“Oh yeah, obviously. I don’t know why I assumed.”

She laughs, burying her face against his shoulder, and he has to smile. He nearly ducks his head to kiss her hair, but he manages to restrain himself somehow. He should get an award for how much he doesn’t hit on Clarke Griffin. “I’m trying to tell you my plan.”

“A plan, huh? That’s pretty serious.”

“You can be my dates-with-douchebags rewards card.”

“I really didn’t know you were this drunk.”

“You can verify that they’re terrible and then when I’m done with dinner, we can walk over here together and get drunk.”

It is simultaneously an awesome idea and a terrible one, because obviously he’s into spending more time with her, and making fun of dicks is one of their favorite group activities. But she might hit a good date someday, and he can think of few things worse than witnessing Clarke making a genuine connection with some guy twelve tax brackets above him, one of the people her mother thinks she should be dating.

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Fandom: Law and Order SVU

Pairing: Dominick “Sonny” Carisi x reader 

Summary: Imagine going undercover on a case with Sonny as a couple

Originally posted by emilyabeth

You reached for the door handle, then pulled your hand back, then reached for it again, hesitating as your hand hovered over the cool metal. Your hair was curled, heels long making the exposed part of your legs look longer than a mile, you looked hot as hell but was slightly worried about what the others would think. This was your workplace so of course they had only seen you in nothing less than a blazer and black pants. The outfit was for undercover and that required you do dress up like this but even so it felt weird stepping into the squad room feeling this fancy. 

“C’mon Y/N!” Carisi shouted through the door. “We don’t have all night.” He said, fixing the collar of his shirt. Rollins punched him in the arm knowing how much she hates being rushed. You took a deep breath and just ripped the band aid, turning the knob and swinging the door open before you could psych yourself out again. 

You stepped out and cringed as everything around you stopped. The room fell silent as the attention drew to you. You pursed your lips together, stepping forward, this released some of the tension as most of the people standing around went back to what they were doing. The only ones who kept their attention on you was the squad. 

“Damn Y/N.” Fin called, making the rest of you chuckle. 

“You know the plan?” Liv asked once again, handing you your purse. Liv’s voice snapped Carisi out of his trance and he exhaled a breath he didn’t even realize he was holding. You nodded at her, checking your purse for your phone and other stuff. 

“Get in, get the info, get out.” You recited to her. The victim of your current case was a member of a couples only club. The club was very protective of their members information and more Manhattan judges were part of the club than one would think so it was going to be a lot harder than usual to get a warrant. So instead of going through all that two of you would just have to go undercover and it ended up being you and Carisi because you two had the best chemistry or so you were told. Carisi held his arm out for you to take but your hands went to his neck, loosening his tie. 

“You look too much like a cop.” You said. Carisi’s ears turned pink as the tips of your fingers brushed the skin on his neck. You tossed the tie onto a nearby desk. He stepped back as you started to un button his shirt. He couldn’t handle the proximity to you or the feeling of your skin on his. He swallowed the lump in his throat, hoping the tension in his crotch wouldn’t grow. 

Carisi cleared his throat, trying to clear those thoughts from his head and focus on the case, but you looked so damn pretty. You took hold of his arm and he tensed up, you squeezed his arm trying to comfort him, only to end up measuring his bicep. 

When you got to the club, the bouncer looked you up and down and Carisi hand pulled you closer into him, pretending to be protective of you. You flashed him a smile and he opened the door for you. Inside, people crowded around a stage, watching as three people had sex. You looked at Carisi to see his eye’s wide, red face looking pink under the dim lighting. You put your hands on his face, making him look at you. 

“Eye’s on the prize, detective.” You whispered, not meaning for it to come out as seductively as it did. He swallowed deeply again as you lead him to the bar. 

“Hey.” You bit your lip, smiling at the bartender. “There was a really hot guy working here last week, Harry I think his name was?” 

“Terry, he’s not working this week, but look around, I’m sure a pretty thing like you will find someone to play with.” He said, wiping down the counter. 

“What about you?” You flirted. “Do you wanna play?” You smirked when he smiled at you. Carisi stepped closer to you. 

“Play time.” Carisi chimed in, letting the bartender know he was still there and part of the situation. 

“Diana, I’m going on my break.” The bartender smirked, and Carisi’s arm found your waist once again. The two of you followed the bartender to a private room, so you could get your information. The guy was pissed when he found out you were NYPD but had no other choice than to tell you what he knew. 

The two of you left the room, hand in hand, at first you were hesitant but Carisi gave you that lop sided smile that you loved and convinced you that you had to sell it, even if you already had the information. 

In the taxi, he sat beside you with an arm over your shoulder, you leaned back into him, the stress of the day finally reaching you. 

“You’re so gorgeous.” He whispered into your hair. At first you though you heard wrong because you were half asleep but then you craned your neck up to look at him. Your faces were inches apart, his lips dangerously close and eyes that dared you to kiss him. 

“Sonny, we’re not undercover anymore.” You whispered, contemplating letting yourself give into temptation. 

“I know.” He stated. You didn’t need to think about what it would be like to kiss him anymore because he made that decision for you, placing his lips on yours. At first he was hesitant and gentil but as soon as he felt your lips moving against his, he let go, letting another part of him take over in a kiss that not only woke you up but left you feeling like you were walking on clouds. 

~YAY I have moree 

Mad: Part 3

Originally posted by younggjaebum

“We’re all a little crazy on the inside. Some are just better at hiding it than others.”

Warning: Contains smut, violence and tense situations in some chapters

Teaser  Part 1  Part 2  Part 4  Part 5  Part 6  Part 7 

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chapter 2

Rich || Jaebum

Originally posted by mixedangel

Reader (you) x Jaebum ft Jinyoung

Word Count: 1902

Genre: fluff, suggestive (not really lmaoo) 

note: oh my goodness! thank you for giving this series so much love! i honestly thought this would be a flop because of the boring storyline. have a great day everyone and happy reading! -admin

“I can sleep on the streets, Jinyoung. I really am fine.” I said again, after multiple tries of convincing Jinyoung. I didn’t want to live anywhere else except Jinyoung’s place or mine. This guy, Jaebum, felt a bit uneasy for me. Maybe because I didn’t know him and he was a complete stranger to me.

“(Y/N), Jaebum is a good man. Trust him. He’s the boss’ son so he’s pretty well mannered.” Jinyoung stated as his hand took mine. My cheeks started to rise in color as Jinyoung held my hand. We were in an elevator meaning no one could see us. It was just Jinyoung and I.

“Boss’ son?” I chuckled under my breath. “Let me guess, he’s from a rich family too.”

“Well his father owns the company, babe. Of course.” Jinyoung smiled as his arms slowly tugged my waist. His face tucked in the crook of my neck as my heart started to beat fast.

“Jinyoung-ah.” I breathed out as his hands grabbed my ass, giving it a good squeezed. I slightly gasped under my breath as Jinyoung continued to touch me. Soon enough, our faces were merely inches away from each other, his eyes turning a slight shade darker than before.

“I trust him enough to take care of you, babe. You know I wouldn’t let any man lay a hand on you. It’s just for a few days then, I can have you all for myself.” Jinyoung whispered as his lips grazed against mine.

I leaned in, connecting our lips together as we moved in sync. The warm heat spread through my body as I forgot all the troubles of the world. His hands tugged my hair as I moaned in between the kiss. My hands, tangled in his hair, as we shared a passionate kiss. The elevator soon came to a stop and we both suddenly pulled away from each other.

“Text me before you go to sleep.” Jinyoung whispered in my ear as he kissed my cheek.

“If I make it to bed alive.” I joked as I left Jinyoung in the elevator, walking into a wide parking lot. Sighing to myself, I waited for Jaebum to pull up with his car, just like he told me a few minutes ago. I furiously tried to fan my face since I started to feel hot after the makeout session with Jinyoung. Soon, a black car pulled up with the windows rolled down.

“Get in the car. We don’t have all day.” Jaebum stated inside the car. I gave him a weird look as I entered the car. Without a word, he drove off into the night with the radio playing in the background. A few moments of silence passed as I tried to get rid of the awkward tension by listening to the song played on the radio.

“Flustered?” I heard Jaebum chuckled under his breath, breaking the silence. “Don’t worry, I’ll keep your dirty little secret.”

“Excuse me?” I exclaimed, raising my voice in disbelief. Self-consciously, my hands touched my face as I felt heat rise up again.

“You and Jinyoung. Is this a friends with benefit thing or you’re secretly dating behind the Park family?” Jaebum asked, slightly smirking as he drove rather quickly down the road.

“I’m not answering that.” I replied coldly as I looked outside the window. Jinyoung said that Jaebum was a well mannered guy but, I see someone different. Right now, Jaebum gave me a rude and arrogant vibe. But how on earth did he know about Jinyoung and I? It wasn’t that obvious was it?

“You’ll answer it eventually with your actions.” Jaebum said. I rolled my eyes and kept silent throughout the whole ride. Jaebum was adding on to the problems I had to deal with for the next few days. His rude actions was something I had to get use to. Although, he may be incredibly hot, he was someone that played with girls heart. And I could see it in his eyes.

We arrived at a large gate that covered most the the area. Jaebum had to press a few buttons on the side before the gate opened to reveal a large modern house. I immediately hopped off the car, once we stopped, and entered the house that Jaebum owned. It was breathtaking. It was bigger than Jinyoung’s house and much more prettier. Then I thought to myself, maybe it wasn’t so bad living here.

“Get comfortable. Do whatever you want. Your room is on the second floor to your right.” Jaebum firmly stated before he walked off in the other direction and into a room. I sighed to myself as I tried to soak in the situation. If this was how I’m going to live for the next few days, I better get use to it.

Walking around, I came to the large kitchen that anyone could dream of. What I’ve seen at Jinyoung’s house were people who cooked for him, always occupying the kitchen. Jaebum had no one in his kitchen meaning that he cooked his own meals. Or that his maids went home since it was pretty late at night. Suddenly getting an idea, I started to walk over the kitchen and look around for food.

“What are you doing?” A voice from behind asked, causing me to slightly flinch. I turned around to look at Jaebum leaning against the wall. His shirt was half buttoned and his face was full of exhaustion. He looked incredibly sexy the way he was at the moment but, I didn’t let that distract me. My heart was with Jinyoung and will remain that way.

“You said I can do whatever I want. So, I’m cooking.” I stated as I grabbed two bowls of ramen that I found in the cupboards.

“You’re cooking two bowls of ramen. How are you going to finish it all?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me. I looked at him and raised the two bowls in my hands, giving him a unimpressed look.

“One for you. One for me.” I huffed out as I continued to search for utilities in the kitchen.

“I don’t eat at around this time, baby girl.” Jaebum smirked as he ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling it a bit making him look even better. I couldn’t tell if my hormones were making me act differently but, Jaebum knew how to make a girl weak to the knees.

“Good,” I beamed at him, ignoring my thoughts, “More for me.”

I heard Jaebum chuckle under his breath as he exited the kitchen. Taking in a deep breath, I started to cook two bowls of ramen, hoping that Jaebum would join me because of the yummy smell. But then I suddenly asked myself why was I doing this. Jaebum was a stranger, who invited me inside my house, and was a complete asshole. And here I am thinking about him joining me for dinner, like it was a date.

Snap out of it, I thought to myself as I started to cook. I can’t let Jaebum mess with my feelings, especially when I was dealing with some problems myself.

I sat down with my phone in hand, while I ate my ramen. I texted Jinyoung for awhile, hoping to get some company since Jaebum shut me out. Also, I started to make a plan to build up my foundation again. Looking at different banks that could loan me money, I heard footsteps enter the kitchen. My eyes slightly looked up to see Jaebum mindless wandering around the area.

“I thought you didn’t eat around this time.” I said, looking down at my phone again.

“Well it smelt good from my office and it made me hungry.” Jaebum replied as he took the pot from the stove and sat down in front of me.

“Good thing I made extras.” I stated, not looking up from my phone. We both ate in silence as I tried to distract myself with my phone. I couldn’t look up at Jaebum since I knew he would make me feel weak. It was weird because I never had that kind of feeling with Jinyoung before. And here, sitting in front of me, was a man who made me feel different emotions. He hasn’t even touched me and I’m already hot for him.

Mentally, I shook away the thoughts that clouded my head and tried to finish my meal. I was almost done with my meal until a hand came in contact with the corner of my mouth. I looked up, in shock, as I watched Jaebum wipe away the food stuck on my face. Suddenly, I felt heat rush to my cheeks as I observed Jaebum.


“You had food on your mouth.” Jaebum smiled as he sat back down on his seat and continued to eat his meal. I looked at him like he was insane but actually, he was kind man. He made me feel acceleration go through my body as his hand came in contact with my face. Was it bad that I wanted more?

“Uh, thanks.” I mumbled out of my mouth as I quickly stood up from my seat. Why was I feeling so hot at the moment? Was it Jaebum’s stare or was it from the ramen? At this point, I couldn’t decipher what I was feeling. Maybe a quick shower could help me sort my thoughts.

I quickly tried to find the bathroom, hoping to get rid of Jaebum from my mind. After a couple minutes of running around, I stripped my clothes and turned on the facquet of the shower. The warm water flowed from my face down to my body. My forehead and hands pressed against the cold, tiled wall as I close my eyes, cherishing the feeling of the warm water hitting my back. I took my time to relax in the warm water as I slowly cleaned my body. And what seemed like an hour, I stepped outside the shower and wrapped a towel around my body.

I took a peek outside the bathroom door, hoping Jaebum wouldn’t be near by. Since I had only a towel wrapped around my naked body, I had to run quickly to my room. Gently closing the bathroom door, I walked slowly down the large hallway. Then making a sharp turn, I came into contact with a large figure.

“What the fuck?” I cursed under my breath as I started to realize I was losing my balance. I gripped my towel, holding it together as I felt arms wrapped around my waist to save me from falling down. I looked at person who saved me and widen my eyes.

Jaebum’s eyes came into contact with mine as he pulled me up so we were inches away from each other. His eyes made their way down to my part lips as my heart started to race. Leaning in, he grabbed my face and forced me to look up at him.

At this moment, I started to feel hot again. My breathing started to become heavier as Jaebum’s lips were so close to mine. This was a new feeling I never had with Jinyoung. I wanted him closer. I wanted him to touch me until I was weak to my knees. I wanted him to kiss me so badly until my lips bruised. And so, without even thinking, I leaned in.

YouHane Dating Headcanons

Just some random YouHane things because I should be doing homework but I love them oh so much:

  • People asking about Yoshiko’s relationship with You, and instead of telling them that they’re dating, Yoshiko claims that they’ve, “formed a powerful soul contract that binds them together”. In reality, she’s just too embarrassed to admit that You is her girlfriend and this is her weird way of doing so. You just plays along with it.
  • You taking Yoshiko out on one of her dad’s sailboats at night so they can look at the stars together on the ocean. While they’re out there, they sit huddled together under a blanket as You shares all of the old sailor’s tales that her dad used to tell her when she was a kid. Yoshiko gets especially into the ones about sea monsters–claiming that one day they need to go find it for themselves so that “Yohane can claim it as her own little demon”.
  • They really like going on dates to the arcade. It’s largely because Yoshiko is so good at the fighter games there that she almost always ends up getting a high score. You, on the other hand, loves getting the bragging rights that her girlfriend is the coolest person in the arcade right now.
  • You making new fallen angel outfits and accessories for Yoshiko to use in her livestreams. And, on the same topic, You gladly wearing any type of fallen angel costume if Yoshiko wants her to (or even if she doesn’t bring it up at all), and enjoys doing it.
  • You reading Yoshiko’s books about black magic and looking up information online in an attempt to understand the things that she likes better. She’ll do it without even being asked to do so by Yoshiko. Yoshiko actually feels touched that You would take the time to learn about it, even if she doesn’t get it, instead of just brushing it off as lame or weird like most people do.
  • Yoshiko going to You’s swim meets in order to support her (sometimes accompanied by Chika and/or Riko). She makes for quite a cheering section, getting looks from the people around her as she yells to You that she’ll curse her if she doesn’t win. Whenever You finishes, no matter how she places, she always turns to where Yoshiko is sitting, grins, and pumps a fist in her direction.
  • Yoshiko not caring much for PDA, but rather, preferring to have private, romantic moments alone with You instead. You doesn’t care either way–she just wants to do what makes Yoshiko most comfortable. Though, during the few instances where Yoshiko desires to display affection for You in public, You will lightly tease her, claiming, “What ever happened to not liking PDA~?” This only serves to make Yoshiko flustered.
  • Going along with that, Yoshiko being more clingy and affectionate than she might appear to be. If they’re alone together, Yoshiko will gladly cuddle against You, or give her light kisses along her jawline, or intertwine her fingers with hers, or giggle lightly when You presses her nose against hers. She might not admit it to anyone else, but she loves the special attention.
  • Yoshiko actually being kind of the jealous type. When flocks of girls surround You, Yoshiko is quick to creep behind her and bitterly stare them all down. And while Yoshiko doesn’t say a word, her dark aura looming over them is enough to make the girls laugh nervously and back off. You doesn’t even notice Yoshiko standing there until she turns around.
  • You helping Yoshiko out during her streams by doing camera work and taking care of any flashy special effects Yoshiko wants going on. Yoshiko’s audience has no idea that You exists, because she doesn’t think that they’ll approve of a fallen angel dating a mortal (she calls it their “forbidden romance”). But once they do inevitably find out about You her fans just find their relationship adorable.
It Just Happens (5/?)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warning: Language, alcohol consumption

A/N: What happens when you’re Steve Rogers’ assistant, one bad night for the both of you, and you end up at the bar drinking it away. What could go wrong with that?

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A knock on your front door tells you Steve has arrived, Nat stands in your bedroom door way.

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On Hermione (part 2)

All the racists are out for Hermione. Some of the comments I’m seeing are ridiculous. But I’m seeing this a lot: this shit made me see red.

There’s no continuity.”

Continuity? Are you having a fucking laugh??????

There’s no continuity between the books and the movies. Hermione is supposed have buck teeth. Ron is supposed to be six feet tall. Harry’s supposed to be skinny like a bean poll. The Patil twins are supposed to be in different houses. Neville is Blonde. Where’s Winky? Where’s Dumbledore’s backstory about his family? Why is Ron’s character completely different? What happened to fucking Spew?

And fuck, even the movies have no continuity. Hogwarts changes location after movie two. Sirius’ mirrior is introduced with no backstory. Lavender Brown changes race in movie six (you didn’t give a shit about that). Percy becomes a pro fudge twat with no explanation. Dementors suddenly develop the ability to grab people by the throat in movie five. Charlie Weasley appears in movie three and disappears from the earth. Why wasn’t Oliver Wood in movie 3?

Why does the theatre play have to have continuity with the movies? Why? Why is that? Why do the movies get to monopolise the story?

And furthermore-why does a black Hermione mean there’s no continuity? She’s Hermione. Hermione is still there. Her back story and all the stuff that happens in books 1-7 is still there. Her race does not define her. What is it about the sight of a black person that makes you think this isn’t the same story?

“I’m so used to seeing Emma Watson play Hermione. It’s confusing”

What? What The bloody hell are you on about? Emma Watson doesn’t play Hermione anymore. Emma Watson has moved on with her life. Emma Watson is 100% supportive of Noma playing Hermione. What is it about your brain that finds it confusing to see somebody else play Hermione? Do you find James Bond confusing everytime somebody new steps in to play the role? When a new Doctor Who gets cast do you throw your TV away because you’re confused? When Rocky Horror started on Broadway did you throw away your ticket because somebody else was playing Janet and Frank?

“She looks nothing like Emma.”

Of course she doesn’t you buck eejit. She’s. not. Emma. Watson.

Do you realise that there is a book Hermione? Because Emma Watson is nothing like her. Emma is a babe; Hermione is plain. Book Hermione is a little hysterical at times; she’s also ten times more obnoxious. Also, fun fact, Harry in the movies is nothing like book Harry. In the books, Harry is supposed to be small and super skinny; Dan Radcliffe is built like a brick shit house.

Why is Emma Watson the ultimate Hermione? Why? Why does she get to define the role?

Hermione isn’t real, OK? Like, she doesn’t exist. She’s fictional.

She doesn’t look British.”

Boy, do I have some bad news for you: black people are British. They exist. They’ve been in Britain since the time of Queen Elizabeth I and before that. Go look up Sir Trevor McDonald; he’s the most British person ever.

Why is it racist when white actors play black people and not when black people play white people?”

You need to 1. go to google. 2. Do some research on whitewashing. Come back when you’re done.

“This is so hard for me to accept.”

Boo hoo.

“It’s just weird.”

“It doesn’t make any sense.”

There is nothing weird about this at all. This is the epitome of not weird. Your reaction, on the other hand, is insane.

I am done

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I love you: 10k imagine

We didn’t have time to waste, or time to stop but we had to. We were all tired, hungry and some of us injured. I was leaning against 10k in the truck bed. We had to find some place to stay, a place to get our energy back. 

10k was holding pressure to my thigh, but I could feel myself getting weaker by the minute. There were a few guys, they saw Murphy with us. They attacked us trying to get him. I got stabbed, but I would rather get stabbed anyday rather than bitten by a Z.

“(y/n) don’t close your eyes.” 10k said as he softly smacked your cheek trying to keep you with him.

“I’m tried T.” I whispered as my eyes slowly started to roll into the back of my head. Out of nowhere I felt cold water being splashed against my hot skin.

“Stay awake.” He said as he placed the bottle to my lips. I took a few chugs of the water but I still felt tired.

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Liar - Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by gifartistry

Words: 1023
Paring: Peter Parker x Reader
Warning: light swearing (as usual)
A/n: so I just saw Civil War and the feels are real. Plus, I got a message saying how it’d be great to write an imagine about Peter Parker. ALSO, I haven’t actually seen much about spider man so this is totally based off the spider man from the Civil War movie. I really hope it’s not that cringy but yah know, sometimes feels take over and you don’t even know where writings go.

Sitting in your small apartment alone, you thought you were okay. But deep down, you were really scared, and worried.

The rest of your family wasn’t home, and you liked the quiet. That was, until you started hearing a bunch of running going around outside of your home and you started to freak out.

You jumped when there was a knock at the door. You walked up slowly, and looked out the peep hole, only to find your best friend waiting for you to answer.

“Peter!” You yelled as you opened the door. “Where the heck were you? You’ve been gone for a week! Your aunt is so worried! Everyone at school has been wondering and you don’t even want to know how I’ve been-”

“Shh.” Peter put his finger on your lips. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I was leaving, it was kind of urgent.”

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For @angry-space-ravenclaw because she’s one of my favorites and so she takes priority over all of y’all. Just kidding, but she has been going through a tough time lately, so I’m writing her some fluff! 


Regulus knocked on his neighbor’s door, the hot one with the constant bedhead and the dorky yet chic glasses. The one Regulus wanted to lick like a spoon. It was a terribly hot day and Regulus felt like his skin was melting off. He recalled that when his neighbor moved in across the hall, he’d brought an air conditioner with him. 

His neighbor opened the door and smiled at him. Regulus nearly fanned himself because his internal body temperature had just risen. James was in a pair of jogging shorts and a vest.  “Hi there,” James said with a grin. “What can I do for you?”

Regulus wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans. “I will give you anything, literally anything, if you let me come inside and enjoy your air conditioning.” 

James laughed and opened the door widen to let Regulus in. “How’d you know I had air conditioning?” 

“Saw it when you moved in,” Regulus answered idly, already feeling the colder air just from walking into James’ flat. 

“I saw you when I moved in, Regulus Black,” James said, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. “I’d been meaning to chat you up but we never seem to run into each other in the halls.”

Regulus grinned. “I keep weird hours,” he admitted, looking around to find where the cold air was coming from so he could bask in it. 

“Ah you’re a vampire,” James said with a shit-eating grin. “It all makes sense now.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “If that’s a crack at me being pale, I’ll have you know that it’s merely my delicate British skin that has an aversion to sunlight.”

“It suits you,” James responded, pushing off the wall and heading for the bedroom. “Air conditioner is down here.”

Regulus followed after him and sighed in relief as the door opened and the cold came rushing around him in a burst of icy freshness. “Oh my god, that is incredible,” he said, closing his eyes and enjoying it.

James chuckled. “You know you could buy one of your own, right?”

“Why would I do that when I can just come over and steal yours?” Regulus argued, dropping onto the bed and spreading his limbs like a star fish against the nice, cool duvet. 

“Sure, make yourself at home,” James quipped, lying down next to Regulus. 

“Thanks, I will,” Regulus said with a smirk. 

“You know, you wouldn’t be dying so much if you weren’t wearing skinny jeans.”

“I like looking good,” Regulus informed him, throwing one of his jean-clad legs over James.

“You do look good,” James assured him, wiggling closer. “But at what cost?”

Regulus bit his bottom lip. “It got me into the bedroom of a hot guy, I think it’s working for me,” he said, winking at James.

James reached out and cupped Reg’s cheek with his hand. “I really want to kiss you right now.”

“So what’s stopping you?” Regulus challenged, looking up at James through lowered lashes.

James leaned down and pressed his lips against Regulus’, just a soft kiss as his  other hand rested on the small of Reg’s back. Regulus hummed and opened his mouth, allowing James to deepen the kiss. James took the invitation and the kisses turned more heated as his tongue slipped into Reg’s mouth.

“Oh god,” Regulus said, pulling away. “It’s still too hot for this. You’re going to have to wait until I cool down.”

James chuckled. “That’s fine,” he said, arranging their bodies so that they were spooning, James keeping a bit of space between their bodies but throwing his arm over Reg’s chest. “Is this okay?”

Regulus nodded. “This is great.”

James pressed a gently kiss to Reg’s nape. “Want to go out with me?” he asked quietly.

Regulus turned to look back at James and grinned. “Considering you’ve got me spooning in your bed after we’ve just snogged a bit, I’d say the chances are likely.”

James rolled his eyes. “Just say yes, you prat.”

Regulus threaded his fingers into James’ hair and pulled him forward into a proper kiss. “Yes, I’ll go out with you, James.”

“And you’re not just using my for my air conditioning?” James asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, I definitely am,” Reg teased. “But I’m also using you for your cuddles and your kissing and your everything else.”

James nipped at the side of his jaw in retaliation. “Well, as long as you like me for me.”

“I do like you,” Reg assured him. “The air conditioning if just a bonus.”

“Wouldn’t have gotten you over here without it,” James said, tangling his legs up with Reg’s.

“No, I would have found my way over here eventually,” Reg responded, lacing his fingers through James’ and giving his hand a squeeze. “I just needed a good enough excuse.”

“Lucky for me it was a hot day,” James said, kissing anywhere on Regulus he could reach. 

“Lucky for you, indeed,” Regulus said, sighing contentedly. 

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How do you make gifs?

This is fairly long as I tried to be as detailed as possible because I know when I first started making gifs it was all very confusing. Once you get the hang of it though, it really is quite easy!

By the end of this post you should be able to make gifs with text and a very simple colouring like the one below :)

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